"I dunno, I've never seen them. Or, well, maybe some of the other spirits once were like them, but they haven't told me," Star shrugged and grabbed Jean-Luc. "Anyways, as soon as you're outta this dream-thing, you should sleep;; looking for magic will probably give you a big headache. But when you're better, try looking for it without me, see if you can see it again."

"Great! I'll return soon as I can to check up and teach you the next part. In the meantime, focus on learning your herbs; lots of them have spiritual powers and properties," Astarte said as Jean-Luc tried to escape his mother.

"Yeah, do you remember the time that we managed to dye all the priests' robes bright pink?" giggled Aleta. "Or when we glued the cups down? Or the time that we smuggled all those mice into the alter table?"